Teaching, working, snacking. A poem.

(Based on a true story. I started dieting in Dec right as school went out for break. I'm not at 3 weeks yet and trying hard. Today this was pretty much my life.)

Twas the day school returned and all through my house
No unhealthy crumbs were to be found, not even for a mouse.
The workout videos were stacked by the TV with care
In hopes that my calories would no longer be there.

At school, however, children stayed nestled all snug in their beds.
"A teacher in-service day," said our department heads.
So me with my coffee and my aide with her jerk(y)
Had just settled in for a long day of paperwork.

When I opened my drawer with such a clatter,
My aide looked over to see what was the matter.
"Chocolates," I whispered, as I look at the stash,
My old go-to pile of goodies I hadn't be able to trash.

Gently I took them and put them away,
Out of sight, out of mind, for another day.
Accomplished I felt, for this one little goal,
as my willpower brightened my hungering soul.

With a little willpower and hummus (just a lick),
I got through the morning without a trick.
More rapid than eagles, lunchtime it came,
as co-workers whistled and shouted and called my name:

"Now lunch! Now food!
Now let's go out to eat!
Let's get some fast food
On me, it's my treat!
To the top of the food chain!
To the drive through lane!
Now dash away, dash dash away
Dash away all!"

As a glance at motivation before I did fly,
I remembered my lean cuisine I had yet to try.
So these dear lunch offers I did reject,
And earned a 2nd time of healthy self respect.

As I left school today dressed from my head to my foot,
and the cold made me excited to raise my cardiac output.
And I exclaimed to myself as I drove out of sight,
"I've got to exercise after my lesson plan tonight!"